All I Want Is That Hood Love 2 (2 page)

              “Man fuck JaMel! That nigga work for me now! You married to the help, and if you love that nigga, the fuck you still standing here for?” He pushed me back and I could tell he was pissed off, but so what. He was pretty much in the same boat that I was in. He just went off on me like he had forgotten that his fiancée was out there probably wondering where he is right now. This nigga don’t give a fuck for real. We’re at his engagement party and he’s in the restroom with me, trying to make me his woman. Mega got this shit all fucked up. I felt sorry for the bitch though, because while she was out there smiling her ass off, her soon-to-be husband was ready and willing to shut this bitch down for me.

              “Look Mega, don’t come at me with that bullshit, a’ight? You and yo lil fiancée can have this shit. I’m still pissed the fuck off, because you fucking played me! You never said shit about having a fucking woman! I got the keys to your cribs and shit. You bought us a house in Miami! For what Mega? For what?” He couldn’t even say shit. I pushed him out of my way and opened the door to leave.

              “It ain’t what it seem Ms. Lady! I didn’t even propose to her!” Mega yelled causing me to turn around.

              “What the fuck you mean you didn’t propose to her? This is y’all engagement party right? Wasn’t y’all just introduced as Mr. and Mrs. De’Carlos Banks? Huh nigga? What, cat got ya tongue? I can’t believe you Mega! And you went all out for this shit too. Faith Evans singing, paparazzi snapping pictures and shit! Valet parking and all; who the fuck you think y’all are, Jay & Bey? The sad part about it is the fact that I fell in love with yo’ stupid ass! Fuck you Mega!” With that being said, I walked out and closed the door. If Mega thought for any second I was going to play these little games with him then he had another thing coming.

I was so pissed. I couldn’t wait to call MeMe’s ass to ask her about this shit. I hadn’t seen her all night. I wonder why the hell she wasn’t here anyway. She had some explaining to do too.

CHAPTER 2

MEGA

             
Damn!
I felt bad about hurting Taysia, but at the same time I could feel the blood rushing to the head of my dick as I watched her talk shit about me being engaged. Ms. Lady was pissed the fuck off, and I loved that shit. She was even sexier when she was mad. That tantrum she just threw only proved to me that no matter how hard she was trying to fight it, she wanted a nigga, and I wanted her feisty ass too. I had to clean this shit up ASAP. I ain’t gone lie; it felt good to have Taysia right where I wanted her. She was looking good as fuck in that short ass dress she was wearing. I could see the full shape of her ass when she walked out on me. I started to whip this dick out on her before she walked out, but I know I had to make shit right first.

              Erica was my on again, off again lady from Albany. She and I were in seven years strong. The thing about Erica was that I loved her but I wasn’t in love with her anymore. She just couldn’t accept that though. I never told Taysia about her because for one, she never asked if I had a girl; two, I didn’t want to be with Erica like that anymore. This whole engagement thing was to shut Erica the fuck up but more so to piss Taysia off, and it worked to my advantage. When Erica’s crazy ass proposed to me over the phone while I was in Miami, I used that shit to my advantage and came up with the perfect plan to piss Taysia off. That shit worked like a charm. Taysia wanted to kill a nigga and I could see it in her eyes. Soon as I made it back to our table, Erica started running her mouth, something she never ceased to do.

                   “So what? You just gonna spend the entire party in the fucking bathroom? You was in there damn near half an hour Mega!” She rolled her eyes. Erica knew I didn’t want to be with her but she refused to let me go, which is why she proposed to me. Her crazy ass was trying to make a nigga be with her.

                   “Erica shut the fuck up! You lucky a nigga said ‘yes’!” I shook my head as I watched Taysia and JaMel. Seeing them together made me want to set it off in this bitch. I found out JaMel was her husband when Chino and Dub introduced us at his club. He had pictures of them all over his office, including their wedding pictures. By then it was too late. Just because JaMel and I had become cool, didn’t mean that I would stop fucking his wife. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t going to stop until I get his wife and make her my wife. I decided to text Taysia. I didn’t give a fuck about her being with her husband. That nigga can’t beat my ass.

                   Me: Meet me at the house. You got the key.

                   I watched Taysia check her phone, the one that I had given her, and put it back inside of her purse without replying. I texted her again.

    
              Me: So you can’t text back?

                   She looked at the phone again and ignored the message. I stood up from our table and adjusted my suit. I was about to go snatch her muthafuckin’ ass up in front of her muthafuckin’ husband. She knew it too. When she saw me stand up, she quickly dug in her purse, picked up the phone and started texting me back.

                  
Ms. Lady: Okay, okay Mega, damn! I’ll meet you there after we leave here.

                   She knew what time it was. Erica’s ass was about to catch a ride back to Albany with Trigga and Mike. I’ll deal with her later.

Chapter 3

ERICA

              I felt like a complete fool at my engagement party, watching my fiancée stare at another bitch the entire night right in front me. I knew Mega and that NaTaysia bitch was fucking around because I could see it in both of their eyes. The way they looked at each other gave me that woman’s intuition. When Mega ran after her to the bathroom, he only confirmed what I had already suspected. Her poor husband had no clue what was going on right up under his nose. Mega and I had been together on and off for about seven years. I met him when I was at one of my lowest points in life and he rescued me. Since then, I had taken so much shit from him that it didn’t make any sense. I had been fighting bitches off for seven years and I refuse to let this one bitch win! Mega was all mine. I would do anything for that nigga. I don’t know where our relationship went wrong but I was going to do whatever it took to make our shit right. Even if that meant I had to knock his lil bitch off to do so.

              This was our engagement night, and here I was going home alone. He and I were supposed to be sharing this night together. I guess he didn’t give a damn about love being a two way street. I sat in the back of Trigga’s Tahoe and cried silently as I looked out of the window. I can’t believe Mega had sent me back to Albany with Trigga and Mike. I prayed to God that he would come home tonight. I knew in my heart that it was just wishful thinking. Sleeping alone was nothing new to me. I had been doing this shit for years. Lately, the only time Mega would stop by was to get some head and pussy. I didn’t even care though. Anytime spent with Mega was better than none to me. Once we pulled up to my home I didn’t say shit to Trigga and Mike, because I was too pissed and embarrassed. I knew they were probably going to be laughing at my ass just as soon as I got out of the truck anyway. I just hopped out and closed the door. I went inside my three-bedroom home that Mega had purchased for me a few years back, and took a shower. I slipped on this sexy, white and red nurse lingerie set and got in bed. Just in case Mega did come over, I wanted to surprise him. I called him a thousand times before I finally gave up and drifted off to sleep. Mega was about to bring out the beast in me. If I couldn’t have him nobody could.

CHAPTER 4

NATAYSIA

                   After the engagement party, I had no intentions on meeting Mega. I was officially done with his ass! This nigga had a muthafuckin’ girlfriend the entire time he and I were making plans and shit. That’s what I get for wanting some of that hood love! The love I was getting from my husband should have been enough. I turned both of my phones off. Mega would just have to see me whenever he sees me. I made a mental note to call MeMe in the morning as soon as I woke up. I was head over heels for her brother. I was so fucking hurt and pissed on the inside. Y’all just don’t understand! I was trying my best not to show it because I was with my husband, but I guess it wasn’t working.

                   “What’s wrong bae? Why you so quiet?” JaMel asked. We were on our way back home from the engagement party.

                   “I’m just tired, that’s all,” I yawned, trying to play it off so he wouldn’t notice.

                   “Well you need to get untired because I want some pussy when we get home.” JaMel smiled and grabbed my hand. I gave a faint smile back.

              I was in no mood to fuck tonight. Mega was on my mind heavy. JaMel had been fucking me every night since I came back from Miami, and sad to say he couldn’t compete with Mega at all. JaMel had a nice size dick, don’t get me wrong but Mega had a damn horse dick that curved. He knew how to use it very well too. I had never felt a dick inside my chest before, until I met him. I had been faking orgasms and shit all week with JaMel. I wasn’t up for that shit tonight. It’s crazy how before Mega came into my life, my husband was the best I ever had. Well now I know that was because he was the only one that I’d ever had. Even though I was hurt and pissed at Mega, that didn’t stop me from yearning for his touch and aching to feel him inside of me. He had become my addiction. That’s just how bad Mega had me fucked up. Being that he and JaMel were now working together, I knew there was no way possible that I could continue to fuck with Mega. No matter how bad I wanted to, I just couldn’t. If we continued down this road everything would eventually come out and I didn’t want that. I was married and he was about to be. It was time for us to put out this flame before shit got crazy.

                   Pulling up in our driveway, I wanted to get in my car and leave. Y’all, I swear I didn’t want to have sex with JaMel but there was no way around it. I couldn’t tell my husband no. I had always heard that a man treats sex like food; if you don’t feed him then he’ll go eat somewhere else. I damn show wasn’t having that. Even though I was doing my dirt, it would kill me twice if JaMel went out and cheated on me. That thought alone scared me.

                   Once inside, I headed to the shower to prepare myself what was about to come. Entering the room brought me back to reality. My husband was still sexy as hell to me, and he was still my first everything. He had done nothing wrong to me at all. I’m the one who chose to play this dirty game; shame on me.

                   JaMel was laid back in the bed on his back, with one of his hands resting behind his head stroking his 9-inch dick. I dropped the towel showing my naked curves and climbed in bed next to him. He climbed on top of me and started planting soft, sweet kisses all over my body, from head to toe. No matter how hard I tried to get into it, I couldn’t. So, I let out a fake moan.

                   “Mmmm JaMel!”

                   His head was buried in the crook of my neck and I had rolled my eyes at least ten times. I was bored out of my mind. He made his way to my titties and circled one of my nipples with his tongue. He licked from my breasts down to my belly button, and then made his way to my sweet pussy. His once vicious head game was no longer vicious to me anymore. He sucked and pulled on my clit but it just wasn’t working. If it wasn’t for the wetness of his mouth I would’ve been a desert down there. He inserted his middle finger inside my opening and continued to flick his tongue on my pearl. I admit he was going crazy down there, but I wanted me some Mega!!!

                   “Babe, let’s try something different!” I suggested, causing JaMel to look up at me.

                   “Oh yeah?” he smiled. “What you wanna try?” he asked.

                   I reached over, opened the drawer next to the bed, and grabbed a cough drop.

                   “Here, suck on my pussy with this.” I handed him the cough drop and he looked at me like I was crazy. I started laughing.

                   “Look nigga, don’t judge me!” I said. He unwrapped the cough drop and put it in his mouth. He spread my pussy lips apart with his thumb and index finger so that my nub was sticking out of it. He flicked his tongue on and around it and that cooling sensation brought a bitch to life. I grinded my hips and pretended that it was Mega’s face in between my legs. I was fucking JaMel’s face so good and hard that I grabbed the back of his head with both of my hands and rocked my pussy back and forth on his tongue. He wasn’t Mega, but that damn cough drop reminded me of him. I started shaking and twitching and then my entire body became stiff.

              “Oooooh shit JaMel!!” I screamed as I creamed all over his mouth.
Whew!
That damn cough drop ain’t no joke. I had got mine, so it was time for him to get his. JaMel was ready to fuck. He was now between my legs stroking his dick. He entered me slowly and I swear I didn’t feel a thing. Mega had stretched my hole to fit his dick and now my shit was entirely too loose for JaMel’s. I prayed to God that JaMel couldn’t tell. He rested his body on top of me and started pumping in out, very slow.

                   “Got damn Tay,” he said as he continued to grind in my pussy. He tried to speed up a little bit but his dick slipped out. I was embarrassed for him.

                   “Damn you wet as fuck!” he moaned, as he put his dick back inside and continued to grind. That shit right there had been happening between us since I got back from Miami. JaMel had to know that something wasn’t right. I hope he didn’t but if he did, he never said anything about it.

                   “Mmmmm shit Mel!” I fake moaned. I should get an Oscar for the way I was carrying on.

              JaMel finally bust and released all of his seeds inside of me. His dick went limp and he rolled over, breathing heavy. It was crazy how my husband’s sex wasn’t shit to me anymore. I turned off the lamp and turned to lie on my side with my back facing him. He snuggled up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the back of my head and broke the silence.

                   “What’s up with the cough drop trick?” He asked. Without responding, I smiled and snuggled back against him and drifted off to sleep.